If tomorrow I should forget yesterday, Yeshua, be my guide.
God of Ages, my hope and trust is in You
Hold my hand and lead me on
Every good and perfect gift is from above
Bestowed by the Father of Heavn’ly Lights
You don’t change like shifting shadows
You hold yesterday, today, and days to come,
You are the vine. I am a branch
I will bear fruit in you
Oh, let your Word as
Fire shut up in my bones
Be a lamp unto my feet,
Light to my path.
05-27-2023
MBM
Martine Brice 